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A
member
of
the
Hofkriegsrath
from
Vienna
had
come
to
Kutúzov
the
day
before
with
proposals
and
demands
for
him
to
join
up
with
the
army
of
the
Archduke
Ferdinand
and
Mack
,
and
Kutúzov
,
not
considering
this
junction
advisable
,
meant
,
among
other
arguments
in
support
of
his
view
,
to
show
the
Austrian
general
the
wretched
state
in
which
the
troops
arrived
from
Russia
.
With
this
object
he
intended
to
meet
the
regiment
;
so
the
worse
the
condition
it
was
in
,
the
better
pleased
the
commander
in
chief
would
be
.
Though
the
aide-de-camp
did
not
know
these
circumstances
,
he
nevertheless
delivered
the
definite
order
that
the
men
should
be
in
their
greatcoats
and
in
marching
order
,
and
that
the
commander
in
chief
would
otherwise
be
dissatisfied
.
On
hearing
this
the
regimental
commander
hung
his
head
,
silently
shrugged
his
shoulders
,
and
spread
out
his
arms
with
a
choleric
gesture
.
"
A
fine
mess
we
've
made
of
it
!
"
he
remarked
.
"
There
now
!
Did
n't
I
tell
you
,
Michael
Mítrich
,
that
if
it
was
said
'
on
the
march
'
it
meant
in
greatcoats
?
"
said
he
reproachfully
to
the
battalion
commander
.
"
Oh
,
my
God
!
"
he
added
,
stepping
resolutely
forward
.
"
Company
commanders
!
"
he
shouted
in
a
voice
accustomed
to
command
.
"
Sergeants
major
!
...
How
soon
will
he
be
here
?
"
he
asked
the
aide-de-camp
with
a
respectful
politeness
evidently
relating
to
the
personage
he
was
referring
to
.
"
In
an
hour
's
time
,
I
should
say
.
"
"
Shall
we
have
time
to
change
clothes
?
"
"
I
do
n't
know
,
General
...
"
The
regimental
commander
,
going
up
to
the
line
himself
,
ordered
the
soldiers
to
change
into
their
greatcoats
.
The
company
commanders
ran
off
to
their
companies
,
the
sergeants
major
began
bustling
(
the
greatcoats
were
not
in
very
good
condition
)
,
and
instantly
the
squares
that
had
up
to
then
been
in
regular
order
and
silent
began
to
sway
and
stretch
and
hum
with
voices
.
On
all
sides
soldiers
were
running
to
and
fro
,
throwing
up
their
knapsacks
with
a
jerk
of
their
shoulders
and
pulling
the
straps
over
their
heads
,
unstrapping
their
overcoats
and
drawing
the
sleeves
on
with
upraised
arms
.
In
half
an
hour
all
was
again
in
order
,
only
the
squares
had
become
gray
instead
of
black
.
The
regimental
commander
walked
with
his
jerky
steps
to
the
front
of
the
regiment
and
examined
it
from
a
distance
.
"
Whatever
is
this
?
This
!
"
he
shouted
and
stood
still
.
"
Commander
of
the
third
company
!
"
